The Spy

Chapter 39

John and Isabella sat in front of their laptops, scouring the internet for any information they could find about her father's business operations. The room was dimly lit, with only the light from their computer screens illuminating their faces.

Isabella let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing her eyes. "I can't believe how much power my father has. It's like he owns everything."

John nodded, keeping his eyes glued to his own screen. "He's a powerful man, that's for sure. But everyone has a weakness. We just have to find his."

Isabella leaned over and looked at John's screen. "What's that?"

John turned the screen towards her. "It's a list of his business associates. I'm trying to find any connections or deals he's made that could be exploited."

Isabella nodded, impressed. "You're good at this."

John shrugged modestly. "I have my skills."

John's phone started ringing, interrupting his and Isabella's search for their next target. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Carlo.

"Hey, Carlo," John answered. "What's up?"

"I have a job for you," Carlo said. "It's in New York. Can you be there in two days?"

John looked at Isabella, who nodded in approval. "Yeah, I can make it," he said.

"Good," Carlo said. "I'll send you the details. It's a big one, so I'm counting on you."

John hung up the phone and turned to Isabella. "Looks like we're going to New York," he said.

"New York?" Isabella repeated. "That could be interesting. What's the job?"

"I don't know yet," John admitted. "But if it's coming from Carlo, it's bound to be big."

Isabella grinned. "I'm in," she said. "Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into in the Big Apple."

John took a deep breath and looked at Isabella who was busy typing on her laptop. "Hey, Isabella," he said softly, "I was thinking about something."

Isabella looked up from her laptop and turned to him, "What is it?"

John hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I was thinking of visiting my parents. They don't know that I'm alive, and it would be a shock for them to see me."

Isabella nodded slowly, "I understand. I think it's a good idea. They deserve to know that their son is alive."

John smiled gratefully, "Thanks. It means a lot to me that you support me in this."

Isabella smiled back at him, "Of course, John. We're in this together."

The next day, John and Isabella made their way to John's childhood home. It was a quaint little house in a peaceful neighborhood. John was nervous as he knocked on the door. He wasn't sure how his parents would react to seeing him after all these years.

The door opened, and a woman in her fifties answered it. She looked surprised to see John and Isabella standing there. "Can I help you?" she asked.

John took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Mom, it's me, John."

His mother looked at him for a moment before her eyes widened in shock. "John? Is that really you?"

John nodded, and his mother let out a sob. She pulled him into a tight embrace, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, my baby boy. You're alive. I can't believe it."

John introduced Isabella to his parents, and they welcomed her with open arms. They sat together in the living room, catching up on everything that had happened since John had left.

After a while, John asked if he could show Isabella around the town where he grew up. His parents were hesitant, worried about what might happen if anyone saw John. But John promised to be careful and they relented.

As they walked around town, John pointed out all the places he used to go when he was a kid. Isabella listened intently, fascinated by John's stories.

When they returned to the house, John's parents had prepared a feast for them. They all sat down to eat, and Isabella couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and love emanating from the family.

As they finished eating, John's mother leaned over to Isabella. "Thank you for coming with John. You're exactly what he needs in his life right now."

Isabella smiled, feeling grateful for the chance to be a part of John's life. She knew that they had a lot of work to do, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with him by her side.

As they drove back to John's house,Isabella couldn't help but compliment John's family.

"I must say, John, your family is lovely," Isabella said, smiling.

John glanced over at her and smiled back. "Thank you. They're pretty great, aren't they?"

"They're welcoming and so genuine. It's refreshing," Isabella said. "I can't imagine what it was like for them when they thought you were dead."

"It wasn't easy," John said, his tone becoming more serious. "But I'm just grateful that I'm alive and that I have a chance to make things right."

"I'm lucky to have them," John said, glancing briefly at Isabella before focusing back on the road ahead.

"And I'm lucky to have you," Isabella said, placing a hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

John felt his heart skip a beat at her touch and he stole a quick glance at her. Isabella's eyes met his and he saw the same warmth and affection reflected in them. They continued driving in comfortable silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

John pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned off the engine. He turned to Isabella, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

 "Come to the backseat with me," John said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Isabella laughed. "What, are you feeling frisky all of a sudden?"

John grinned. "Maybe I am. Come on, it'll be fun."

 Isabella smiled and eagerly climbed into the backseat with him, feeling the heat of his body close to hers. They spent a few moments kissing passionately, lost in each other's arms.John pulled her close, and they kissed passionately, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

As they made out, Isabella couldn't help but feel grateful for John. He had saved her life, and now he was showing her a side of himself that she had never seen before. She was falling in love with him, and she knew that she couldn't let him go.

After a few moments, they broke the kiss, both of them panting slightly. John grinned at her. "I just wanted to steal a kiss from you," he said.

Isabella laughed and rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. "You're such a romantic," she said, as she leaned in for another kiss.

Finally, they broke apart, breathless and laughing.

"That was unexpected," Isabella said, grinning at John

John grinned, running a hand through her hair. "I like to keep you on your toes," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Let's get back on the road."